Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from St Lucia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Tears for Fears to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Amazonics,
LL Cool J,
Marine Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
The Offenders,
Massinfluence,
Talk Talk,
Roxette,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bluetip,
Reagan Youth,
Popol Vuh,
The Five Americans,
Warren Ellis,
The Fortunes,
Silicon Teens,
Chrome,
Anthony Braxton,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scion,
Country Teasers,
Erasure,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Graham Central Station,
Joyce Sims,
Robert Wyatt,
Cameo,
Sound Behaviour,
Avey Tare,
The Modern Lovers,
Second Layer,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Motorama,
The Misunderstood,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Seeds,
Porter Ricks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Au Pairs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
cv313,
Stiv Bators,
R.M.O.,
The Human League,
Malaria!,
The Last Poets,
Rosa Yemen,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fluxion,
The Busters,
Hot Snakes,
Grey Daturas,
Newcleus,
Mantronix,
Wire,
Niagra,
Moss Icon,
Excepter,
Don Cherry,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.